Morning CoffeeA Poem by SivetiThe beginnings of man. Sunlight descending on the dawn, Rising on the ashes of time, The rooster at the height of its powers, Waking the frostbite and the coffee cup. A swish of the spoon A lug of cold milk Cows resting in the green pastures By the stream where we first walked The long grass fresh in the memory. I read a poem by Neruda yesterday, It moved me, Like a ship in calm water Reminding me of the simplicity of life. How easy it could be. Your mouth touching the brown coffee, A cat rustling its tail, Deep in the undergrowth, A fox builds its dominion as the ice freezes the car window. The journey to dusk beginning to warm me. © 2020 SivetiFeatured Review
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